The whistle had been blown, signalling the start of the first half.
Barcelona was in possession of the ball first. They quickly moved it over to the goal. However the opposing team kicked the ball away giving Barcelona a corner.
"Two seconds in and Barca already get a corner." I say to Ronnie, who nods.
The corner was quickly taken but the other team got possession of the ball and quickly moved it down to the other end of the pitch.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I swiftly pulled it out, checking the notification.
I gasped quietly as I saw who texted me.
Milo.
"Do you know where the exit is?" I ask Ronnie, who looks worried and puzzled.
"Yeah it should be that way." she says pointing to the right.
"Thanks." I say, getting up quickly. "I'll be right back."
milo
hi rosella
how do you still
have my number
secret
what the fuck do
u want milo
just to talk
abt what
bc if its an apology
i dont want to hear it
u messed me up milo
im so sorry rose
i rlly didnt mean it
i swear
that isnt going to cut it
milo
u fucked everything up
u made my own family
hate me
my own brother doesnt
talk to me
he pretends im not his
sister
my mum she doesnt
even have my number
any more
she never contacts me
and thats all bc of u
only liliana cares
well one is better then
none 🤷♂️
go fuck yourself
now rose thats not very
nice
ok and?
u think i care if im nice to
u or not
anyway
i heard ur friends with
those barcelona players
want me to tell them smth
dont u fucking dare
istg milo i will kill u
just like u did to cecelia
YOU ARE READING
𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄, gavi
Fanfiction'so rosella de leon, can we call u rosie?' 'rosella' 'rosie' 'rosella' 'rosie' 'rosella' 'rosie' 'rosella' 'rosie' 'fine, rosie.' (everything is fictional)
